The Hurt and the Pain of Losing

Getting Better, upon reading it made me realize how foolish man can be when it comes to LOVE.

I want to tell a story about a distant relative of mine, a story I just knew last night.

A 77 year old woman whom I dearly love, and have been part of my life since I was young has felt love but was never loved. Thirty two years ago, this woman fell in love with a man, a beautiful and attractive man. There seemed to be no problem with it, just that the man she fell in love into was her younger sister’s boyfriend. A younger sister who’s almost 20 years younger than her. She was torn between the love for the man and her sister. She knew the man won’t love her because the man really loved her sister. Perhaps an act of desperation or so, she teased the attractive man and she became pregnant.

Imagine how, the younger sister would feel. If I am in the younger sister’s position I will feel betrayed and I’d feel lost... my sister and my boyfriend? Until I heard this, I never would’ve believed this.

Naturally, the elder sister was married to the attractive man and the younger sister was left hurting. Perhaps her only consolation is that the marriage wasn’t successful, though the younger sister didn’t wish that these things would happen to them, perhaps the two aren’t really meant. The elder sister and the husband separated ways after she gave birth to her daughter.

There was a time where the two sisters never really talked to each other but as time goes and pass, they learned that they need to be with each other because they are sisters. ‘Walang sugat ang hindi pinaghihilom ng panahon.’

Just like Karen and the younger sister, they need to move on with their lives, though they had loved a very dearly man and though these men would mean their lives, it is sometimes good not to think of it this way. Loving is not always bed of roses, most often than not they always have torns with them.

My aunt and Karen should always bear in their minds that love comes and goes when and where you least expect it.
I sometimes really wonder if what I am writing here would be the most applicable solution to these kinds of problems. I have yet to experience these things before I give my opinion. But god forbids, I don’t want to be in this kind of situation...

Modern Romantics

Sweet Summer and The Marriage gave me a different view on the romantic side of stories. It showed me a puppy love which I believe I already have experienced and an adult love which I have yet to experience.

Sweet Summer made me think how I fared with my own puppy love. I believe just like the female character here I was naive, because I was young. And, before I new what has gotten into my very soul, I fell in love. It is such a nice feeling when I try to recall, what sometimes I refer to, as part of being stupid and being young.

I remember when I had my first love, I was 12 years of age, and everything seemed right that time. I began to feel conscious with everything. I began to feel that nobody should be more appealing than me. Nobody should be more attractive to her eyes but me... such possessiveness... I never knew that I would be like that.

When I had my first love it was really SOMETHING. A love that sprung on our early age is one of the most important and most endearing.

As I begin to live a life of an adult I begin to feel anxious with everything. Insecurity has been one of my most feared value. Unlike when I was in my younger years, everything was perfect. But now, I need to be able to fit myself with the existing values and norms that the society I belong into have. Society drills to us that we should be something and someone... such materialism exist and even though you don’t want to be part of it, you don’t have a choice. You take the chance or you just leave, and be coward all your life.

As an adult, I’d want to fall in love with someone who will need me because she won’t be able to go on with her life without me. Someone who will arouse my protective instinct and someone who’d want to share the rest of her days being with me would be a good definition of love that I would want to experience. I may be idealistic this time, but when it comes to love, we have our own fairy tales to fulfill. Though I already am starting to live an adult life I still believe in happy endings.

I still am an old fashioned man who wants to loved...